This merry world we meet
When idle hands rest from toil
To touch awake the limped prayer.
And rising softly to heaven
The worship begins….
Oh baited breath!

The Storm crow flies south
And I am wounded by love.

Thistledown scatterers on the wind
As alone I offer surrender
Oh captivate me Surrender

I fall backward into your arms
Held in nothingness.
Oh dare me beloved, for angel thou art.
Cry deep in my soul
Deep scarlet in every place
Dare me wide open…

Oh Sacred kiss
And sweet humility

Hallowed be this place
Hallowed be this place

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